Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 31 (pt. 2)

In the dim light, though unclear, Wei Qing stared for a moment.

Her c0ck twitched and hardened again.

Well, damn; she’d improved.

Last time, she came three times.

This time, who knew how long it had been, and only once so far.

“Master… I like Master,” Sylvie, now softer and prettier, hooked Wei Qing’s waist with her slender legs.

Her wet, captivating eyes and voice drew Wei Qing in.

Wet and sticky, Sylvie rubbed her c0ck with her inner thigh, shifting her hips.

Her swollen, lewd pvssy brushed against Wei Qing’s dangling balls.

Her panting was unreserved, her gaze fixed on Wei Qing, misty with faint attachment.

“I like Master fucking me… Master… I like Master coming inside. It’s Master’s… My body is Master’s.”

Wei Qing’s body heated from the words.

Such talk had continued from the start, only turning to moans when Sylvie couldn’t take it anymore.

She couldn’t help smiling, her voice coaxing.

“Who’s Master’s?”

“…Me, I am!” Sylvie’s legs tightened slightly around Wei Qing’s waist, her soft voice rising unconsciously.

“Who are you?”

“I’m… I’m Sylvie. Sylvie is Master’s… Sylvie’s body is Master’s…”

Sylvie’s hands hugged her chest, palms pressing hard, her breathing rapid.

Her chest rose and fell, her misty blue eyes widening slightly with each repetition, wet and red.

Wei Qing felt satisfied, a pleased smile forming.

Perhaps due to fear and past shadows, Sylvie kept calling her today.

Not by name, but by the title Wei Qing never bothered correcting.

Her voice carried an odd satisfaction and reliance, likely giving her a sense of security.

Wei Qing pressed Sylvie’s legs together and entered again.

Her c0ck blocked the leaking white fluid.

The c0ck thrust back in.

Sticky, hot liquid was pushed deep, hitting the cervix, squeezing into the womb.

Sylvie’s breathing quickened again.

Wei Qing’s slender fingers gripped Sylvie’s slim ankles, lifting them together.

This position made the pvssy grip tighter.

The sticky pvssy reluctantly swallowed the c0ck, resisting but powerless, stretched open thrust after thrust.

The shaft hit the deepest point.

The quickened pace fucked the semen-filled pvssy.

White fluid splashed, soon churned to foam.

The rain and thunder outside felt muffled, but the wet sounds of fucking rang clear, leaving Sylvie’s thighs sticky.

“So wet, good baby. The more I fvck, the wetter you get,” Wei Qing finally said, her voice low and soft.

So sensitive.

Sylvie’s breath hitched, her eyes curving instinctively.

Moments later, her pvssy grew even wetter.

… Good baby.

Wei Qing’s warm palm gripped Sylvie’s waist.

Her hips thrust, the rigid c0ck filling her again and again.

Sylvie’s lower abdomen swelled, pleasure unending, her eyes uncontrollably wet.

“Master… ngh, because I like… I like Master…”

Wei Qing’s ears burned again.

She took a light breath, quickening her pace.

Her hips drove forward, pulling out, then plunging in fully, producing loud, rapid slaps.

The storm eased in the latter half of the night but still pattered all night.

Outside was drenched.

Inside, the sound of flesh slapping continued intermittently but relentlessly.

Sticky panting and moans mixed with wet sounds.

The soft bed grew damp.

Only when the sky faintly brightened did it quiet.

Wei Qing’s head spun.

Sylvie had kept her going until dawn.